Warning: A self-destructive work, novice writing, confusing timeline, magically changed worldview, and a lot of private settings.
Updates are random - but reminders are welcome!
Ah this......
Hiiragi's whole body stiffened and he shrank back from the window tremblingly.
I understand the truth, but why does the symbol on Mr. Gojo's head look so familiar? !
He summoned the astrolabe with the palm of his hand, and the big "Gojo Satoru" at the top of the first page seemed to laugh at his own self-deception.
The white-haired child of light hugged his head and tried to recall scattered memories, but in the next second he found himself being grabbed by the scruff of fate.
The white-haired older DK happily hummed a tuneless tune. He held a Hisahito in his left hand and a Hiiragi leaf in his right hand. He excitedly raised the Son of Light high in the air: "Hui, there will be a great harvest tonight~"
Hiiragi: With dull eyes, she hugged her weak and pitiful self and shivered. Jpg
Purpose: To help those whose shortcomings are living things to change their ways